We just saw the passing of the poet Seamus Heaney. When the news came it struck me as odd and eerie. I don’t read poetry all that often, or as often as I should let’s say, but I’d just been reading Heaney’s collection ‘The Spirit Level’ and was fixed on his poem, ‘Saint Kevin and The Blackbird’ —I found it intriguing, resonant, as resonant as the chaos of birdsong outside my window most mornings lately. I’d read Heaney’s poem over more than once sensing there more yet to absorb in it. Then I heard the poet had died. Thinking about him with maybe a mind to some sort of tribute I came across this video of the poet reading his poem. He introduces it as a meditation based on the notion of “doing the right thing for the reward of doing the right thing” about “self belief and chosen values, opted for and stood by” —such a prayer that the body makes —entirely.